Forever

I can’t believe she fucking on this **** and he ain’t got no money

Mom my bad I can’t hit church today my sack drop on a Sunday

She held me down when I was broke

She fucked on me when I was bummy

She said that **** bringing dark clouds but Golden make it sunny

He know I’m up I got them bucks so I can give you a lil' cash

If you get cuffed you get a truck and I might buy you a lil' ass

What the fuck I’m fucked up the way that pussy make it splash

I got bitches but I’m stuck so I might buy this bitch a bag

You get Rollies you get Carties you get diamonds from lil' Golden

I fucked her like a dog, now he mad his bitch stolen

I got diamonds in my teeth I get to talking she gon' notice

I got Cubans bussed down I’m fly as fuck I’m real sporty

Raw bitch held a **** down you gotta make her smile

Pussy fire and that head fire we might make a child

Gucci bag and a Louis bag gotta her her style

Street ****, hold a **** tight ‘cause I been living wild

She so bad bought that bitch Chanel just to hold my switch

Call me 'Dad', I'ma fuck for hours once I bite the glitch

Spanish model scratch it off the list, AP on her wrist

Pussy head and water left me drenched man ain’t have my bitch

Wait a minute minute

I'ma die writing it

What you wanna spend it?

Hundred on my semi

I be quick to send it

I’m a big lieutenant

Tryna bag a sentence

Eat it till I’m finished

Come when you ready

Coming when you ready

Know this shit get deadly

Slummer shit the medley

Play a piece I’m faded

Put it in her belly

I know that hoe ready

Give her mani-pedi

And I give her feti

Trap house it get deadly

I been up a hundred plus ain’t nothing new

Brand new present on my wrist It’s nipsey blue

Them **** better not play I spend thee bands to hold they crew

They head like Chick-fil-A that pussy gon wake up to you

Sucking on her friends just while I dive inside her

Got a hundred poles and I just need new buyers

My left wrist on froze I think I need a fryer

T my wrist keep burning now that **** tight

Aye raw bitch held a **** down you gotta make her smile

Pussy fire and that head fire we might make a child

Gucci bag and a Louis bag gotta her her style

Street ****, hold a **** tight ‘cause I been living wild

I was fucked up at the trap I was rocking Dickies

Shoutout the plug, shut the city down I started selling chickens

Bae you kept it real I’m up now, let’s go get in business

I just had to cut them bitches off ‘cause they didn’t see my vision